'Titan' full of sound and fury, but very little snow

5:45 PM,
Mar. 8, 2014

Written by

Larry Fugate

I slammed the brakes on the car, tore the house door off the hinges, and screamed, "Annie Mae! Titan is coming! Titan is coming!"

Annie Mae snapped off the remote, grabbed her winter sleepers and supper dish, and flew up the stairs like one of Obama's drones. She snatched her sleeping mattress and we collided as she came downstairs.

"Where's Squeaky Chicken? Where's Squeaky Chicken?" Annie Mae asked in a collie panic. I grabbed Annie Mae by her shoulders and tried to shake some sense into her canine consciousness. "Annie Mae, we have no time for Squeaky Chicken. Squeaky Chicken is on her own. We ...